Post by Dagger Dave on Jul 28, 2011 4:17:50 GMT
Treat others the way you would have them treat you.
That was the golden rule, the rule everyone should follow. But in the REAL world, it’s never remembered. That, or people would like to be treated like shit. Dave was always on the wrong side of this rule. His home in the orphanage was not something he liked…at all. He was fourteen now and he had one friend, Jenny, a girl his age that he grew up with. She always had his back whenever someone would try to bully Dave. He didn’t seem to care though. He just brushed them off and enjoyed being an outsider, someone that didn’t want to just be someone else that was in the crowd. Well, it wasn’t really working for him.
Dave was sitting on the blacktop, where all the kids were playing. He was in a corner, curled up to himself, He was drawing a picture of Jenny. He wanted to surprise her with it. The drawing was detailed, so flawless. Well…it was. Dave watched as the bully of the orphanage, Scott, snatched the notebook out of his hand. He turned it around to see what Dave was drawing. Perfect time to start his daily routine of picking on Dave.
“Aww, little Davey likes Jenny?” Scott’s friends gathered around him to see the picture, each getting a laugh from it. Dave showed no emotion, just reaching out his hand trying to get it back.
“Can you give me my notebook back Scott?” Scott looked at all his friends, holding back his laughter, but it did not last for long. They were heckling Dave, pointing at him and laughing at him. To them, he was just a reject that no one cared about at all.
“Give him his notebook, Scott.”
Well, except for Jenny.
Scott turned around to see Jenny, the girl that was always by Dave’s side. Scott chuckled and decided he needed to play bad ass like all the other times.
“Oh yeah, you gonna take me down…girl?”
“You mean like when I took you down and made you cry from a little scrape on your knee?” Scott’s friends gave a nice “Ooo” in unison. Scott got red, knowing full well of the incident that had happened.
“You got lucky! That will never happen again!” He pointed his finger right in Jenny’s face, which was just tempting her too much to not take the bait. She grasped his finger and twisted it, causing him to scream in a very girly manner.
“Okay, okay, take it!” Scott dropped the notebook, Jenny releasing his finger simultaneously. Water began to fill his eyes, but he wasn’t going to look any worse in this current situation. He ran off, with his friends behind, trying to understand what happened.
“Why don’t you ever stand up to Scott?” She placed her hands on her hips and placed most of her weight on her right side, the typical woman pose.
“Not worth it.” Jenny cared a lot about Dave, but his thick skinned personality always annoyed her. It was quite obvious by the frown on her face. She looked at the notebook that Scott took from Dave and noticed the picture was of a woman, of her.
“Dave, are you drawing a picture of me?”
“Yeah, I wanted to surprise you with it.” Jenny turned a little red. It was a great picture, but she felt embarrassed to know that everybody had seen this picture and now may have gotten the wrong idea from it.
“Dave, this is a great picture…but I don’t like you like that.” Dave’s heart slowed down, the jittery feeling he got was suddenly lost with just a snap of the finger. He looked saddened about it, disappointed to hear that Jenny did not “like like” him back.
“Oh…well, maybe I can still finish the picture for you.” Dave gave a half smile, the most anybody would see from him. He liked to keep to himself and when you got this smile, it was very heartwarming. Just not in this case.
“Dave, I don’t want the picture!” She yelled at him and ran off back into the orphanage, dropping the notebook in front of him. Dave was her friend, but he wasn’t her only friend. What would people think of her if she liked this outsider as something more than a friend? Popularity and what others thought of her got to her head. Dave sat there, stunned. Jenny had never yelled at him before. Did he embarrass her? He never wanted to do that, Jenny was his only friend.
Dave was in sorrow. He felt like he had just lost his only friend in the orphanage. He felt like he could fend for himself, but there was no support from friends anymore. Dave took the notebook and threw it into a nearby trash can. He didn’t want to even think about the whole Jenny situation right now. He wanted to just go to his room and sleep until it was over. That didn’t sound like such a bad idea right now for him, considering it would keep Scott away from him.
The long journey to the top of the orphanage finally came to a halt after Dave made it to his room, the last door on the right. It was a small little room, but it was just what Dave wanted, something that he could have to himself. He had two pieces of furniture, a bed and a table with drawers for his clothes. On top of the table was a picture of his mother, whom Dave hoped someday he would meet again. He knew that she had left to go back to his dad, but he still loved her. Just getting a chance to know her or even his deadbeat faggot of a father was all he wanted. Dave took the picture and placed a kiss on where his mother was in the picture.
“I love you, mom.” Dave placed the picture back down and lied down on his bed. He was tired from just thinking about Jenny and wanted to get her off his mind. Dave covered himself up and closed his eyes, almost instantly falling asleep. Finally, Dave could relax and enjoy the world where he is liked by everyone and he has a family. The dream world was his serenity, the place he wanted to be. It was so peaceful…
Well…it was…
“Wake up, faggot!” Dave was suddenly woken up in the middle of the night by Scott and his group of hoodlums. They were beating him with pillows, covered in baby powder. Dave fell off his bed and was quickly seized by two of Scott’s friends, dragging him into the hallway in the process. He struggled and squirmed, trying to find a way to get out of their grip, but nothing was happening.
“Well, well, well…look who we got a hold of.” Scott walked back and forth in a very villainous cliché of movies.
“Tell your boyfriends to let me go, Scott!” Dave was showing anger, emotion, something that was rarer than someone winning the lottery.
“Oh, did we just get some emotion from the brick wall himself? Hey, there is a first for everything! Ladies and gentlemen, the brick wall has finally cracked!” The boys were hollering different jokes and Dave, laughing at him. Scott walked up to Dave, their noses touching. He was cracking the knuckles on his fists, knowing Jenny wasn’t here to save Dave this time.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” He cocked his right arm back and came swinging with a shot to the stomach, knocking the wind out of Dave. Scott didn’t restrain himself from just that. Left, right, left, right, punches were flying towards Dave, his stomach and face taking a serious beating. Scott slowly tired himself from all the punches and noticed Dave wasn’t crying or screaming for him to stop. He was absorbing it all up, not showing any signs of being in pain. This was frustrating Scott immensely.
“Show some fucking emotion!” He slapped Dave across the face, who turned his head right back towards Scott. He hocked a heap of saliva into Scott’s face, catching the bully off guard. Now it was dead serious. No one spit in the face of Scott, ever. He had to show his was the dominant boy in the orphanage and this little punk wasn’t going to stop him.
“Go get me that damn picture!” Another of Scott’s friends quickly took the picture of Dave’s mother out of the frame and handed it to Scott. Dave was not going to get away with spitting on him. Scott had to always have the last laugh and there was one thing that was going to trump what Dave had just did. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and Dave went berserk.
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” Dave was going ballistic within a heartbeat. He was flying his legs everywhere, trying to escape the grasps of the two holding him, but it was to no avail. Scott was laughing. He was an asshole and was going to grow up to be an asshole. The deed he was going to commit was unfathomable. He lit the lighter and placed it underneath the picture, which quickly caught in flames.
Dave snapped.
Biting the arm of the kid to his right, he finally broke free and adrenaline kicked in. Dave punched the other kid restraining him and finally was free. Scott’s eyes were that of a deer seeing the headlights of a car. Dave pounced onto him and began to relentlessly throw punches down on Scott, who tried to block as much of the damage as he could to no avail. It didn’t look like Dave was going to stop, until the headmaster threw him off of him.
“DAVID ITZERBA! What the hell is going on here!?!” It was time for Scott to put on his Oscar winning performance to look like the victim. Crocodile tears instantly fell down Scott’s face, mixed in with the real ones that fell down his face while he was getting his ass kicked.
“Dave called my mom a bunch of names, so I tried to make him stop and then he started hitting me!” All of Scott’s friends added their two cents in, talking about how Dave was some sort of bully him. The headmaster did not know of Scott’s antics of being a bully to others, so he instantly bought the fake story.
“David, I thought you were better than that! We do not accept bullying or violence here, so I am going to have to ask you to pack up your bags and leave tomorrow.” Dave looked stunned. How the fuck could you buy that bullshit story? Why was Dave not even given a chance to defend himself?
“Now, go to bed and have your things ready to go. That goes for the rest of you as well, NOW.” He was a very strict man and the boys quickly obliged to his wish, racing to their rooms. Scott got onto his feet and wiped the blood and tears off his face. His eyes were both swollen and his nose was broken. He waved goodbye to Dave and left. How could Scott win? What did Dave do to deserve this? The picture of his mother was burned to ashes and HE was the being punished?
“Go to bed, Dave. This is my last warning or you shall leave tonight.” Dave slowly got to his feet and walked back towards his room. His eyes filled with tears. Would he ever see Jenny again? Where would he go? So many questions filled his head that he didn’t go to bed, he packed his stuff in one suitcase and stayed up the entire night in shock of what had just happened. He may have not had friends, but he had a home and food. Now, he had nothing except for some clothes.
It was time to start a new living it seemed…
Morning hit and all of the kids lined up to where there was an aisle for Dave to walk through. He carried his bag with the headmaster right behind him. He closed his eyes and just hoped that someone, anyone, would have to courage to speak up and defend Dave to show that he wasn’t the bully, but Scott was. He looked around, waiting to hear it from someone, but there was nobody that did. These people didn’t give a fuck about Dave and they never did. There was only one person that Dave could hope could save him now.
Jenny.
Jenny was near the end and Dave ran straight to her as fast as his legs would take him. He looked at her with tears filling his eyes.
“Jenny, tell him the truth! Tell him that I am not the bully, PLEASE!” He was begging her, waiting for her to do the right thing. Jenny always did the right thing for Dave. All of the girls stared her down, ready to spread rumors about her if she decided she was going to help this nobody. She began to cry. Dave looked at her and knew what her decision was.
No.
She was giving into the peer pressure of the people around her, choosing herself over Dave’s well being. He shook his head and continued to walk. The gates opened up and shut as soon as Dave left. He turned around to see all of the kids running back into the orphanage for breakfast. Dave didn’t even see Jenny. He had lost all feelings for her. He hated Jenny with all of his heart. The girl that always defended him couldn’t do it in front of the people that could make her into something she wasn’t. Dave dropped his suitcase on the ground and sat down, curling up into a ball. He was bawling his eyes out. He was sad. He was angry. He was every emotion possible bottled up into one.
That was the golden rule, the rule everyone should follow. But in the REAL world, it’s never remembered. That, or people would like to be treated like shit. Dave was always on the wrong side of this rule. His home in the orphanage was not something he liked…at all. He was fourteen now and he had one friend, Jenny, a girl his age that he grew up with. She always had his back whenever someone would try to bully Dave. He didn’t seem to care though. He just brushed them off and enjoyed being an outsider, someone that didn’t want to just be someone else that was in the crowd. Well, it wasn’t really working for him.
Dave was sitting on the blacktop, where all the kids were playing. He was in a corner, curled up to himself, He was drawing a picture of Jenny. He wanted to surprise her with it. The drawing was detailed, so flawless. Well…it was. Dave watched as the bully of the orphanage, Scott, snatched the notebook out of his hand. He turned it around to see what Dave was drawing. Perfect time to start his daily routine of picking on Dave.
“Aww, little Davey likes Jenny?” Scott’s friends gathered around him to see the picture, each getting a laugh from it. Dave showed no emotion, just reaching out his hand trying to get it back.
“Can you give me my notebook back Scott?” Scott looked at all his friends, holding back his laughter, but it did not last for long. They were heckling Dave, pointing at him and laughing at him. To them, he was just a reject that no one cared about at all.
“Give him his notebook, Scott.”
Well, except for Jenny.
Scott turned around to see Jenny, the girl that was always by Dave’s side. Scott chuckled and decided he needed to play bad ass like all the other times.
“Oh yeah, you gonna take me down…girl?”
“You mean like when I took you down and made you cry from a little scrape on your knee?” Scott’s friends gave a nice “Ooo” in unison. Scott got red, knowing full well of the incident that had happened.
“You got lucky! That will never happen again!” He pointed his finger right in Jenny’s face, which was just tempting her too much to not take the bait. She grasped his finger and twisted it, causing him to scream in a very girly manner.
“Okay, okay, take it!” Scott dropped the notebook, Jenny releasing his finger simultaneously. Water began to fill his eyes, but he wasn’t going to look any worse in this current situation. He ran off, with his friends behind, trying to understand what happened.
“Why don’t you ever stand up to Scott?” She placed her hands on her hips and placed most of her weight on her right side, the typical woman pose.
“Not worth it.” Jenny cared a lot about Dave, but his thick skinned personality always annoyed her. It was quite obvious by the frown on her face. She looked at the notebook that Scott took from Dave and noticed the picture was of a woman, of her.
“Dave, are you drawing a picture of me?”
“Yeah, I wanted to surprise you with it.” Jenny turned a little red. It was a great picture, but she felt embarrassed to know that everybody had seen this picture and now may have gotten the wrong idea from it.
“Dave, this is a great picture…but I don’t like you like that.” Dave’s heart slowed down, the jittery feeling he got was suddenly lost with just a snap of the finger. He looked saddened about it, disappointed to hear that Jenny did not “like like” him back.
“Oh…well, maybe I can still finish the picture for you.” Dave gave a half smile, the most anybody would see from him. He liked to keep to himself and when you got this smile, it was very heartwarming. Just not in this case.
“Dave, I don’t want the picture!” She yelled at him and ran off back into the orphanage, dropping the notebook in front of him. Dave was her friend, but he wasn’t her only friend. What would people think of her if she liked this outsider as something more than a friend? Popularity and what others thought of her got to her head. Dave sat there, stunned. Jenny had never yelled at him before. Did he embarrass her? He never wanted to do that, Jenny was his only friend.
Dave was in sorrow. He felt like he had just lost his only friend in the orphanage. He felt like he could fend for himself, but there was no support from friends anymore. Dave took the notebook and threw it into a nearby trash can. He didn’t want to even think about the whole Jenny situation right now. He wanted to just go to his room and sleep until it was over. That didn’t sound like such a bad idea right now for him, considering it would keep Scott away from him.
The long journey to the top of the orphanage finally came to a halt after Dave made it to his room, the last door on the right. It was a small little room, but it was just what Dave wanted, something that he could have to himself. He had two pieces of furniture, a bed and a table with drawers for his clothes. On top of the table was a picture of his mother, whom Dave hoped someday he would meet again. He knew that she had left to go back to his dad, but he still loved her. Just getting a chance to know her or even his deadbeat faggot of a father was all he wanted. Dave took the picture and placed a kiss on where his mother was in the picture.
“I love you, mom.” Dave placed the picture back down and lied down on his bed. He was tired from just thinking about Jenny and wanted to get her off his mind. Dave covered himself up and closed his eyes, almost instantly falling asleep. Finally, Dave could relax and enjoy the world where he is liked by everyone and he has a family. The dream world was his serenity, the place he wanted to be. It was so peaceful…
Well…it was…
“Wake up, faggot!” Dave was suddenly woken up in the middle of the night by Scott and his group of hoodlums. They were beating him with pillows, covered in baby powder. Dave fell off his bed and was quickly seized by two of Scott’s friends, dragging him into the hallway in the process. He struggled and squirmed, trying to find a way to get out of their grip, but nothing was happening.
“Well, well, well…look who we got a hold of.” Scott walked back and forth in a very villainous cliché of movies.
“Tell your boyfriends to let me go, Scott!” Dave was showing anger, emotion, something that was rarer than someone winning the lottery.
“Oh, did we just get some emotion from the brick wall himself? Hey, there is a first for everything! Ladies and gentlemen, the brick wall has finally cracked!” The boys were hollering different jokes and Dave, laughing at him. Scott walked up to Dave, their noses touching. He was cracking the knuckles on his fists, knowing Jenny wasn’t here to save Dave this time.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.” He cocked his right arm back and came swinging with a shot to the stomach, knocking the wind out of Dave. Scott didn’t restrain himself from just that. Left, right, left, right, punches were flying towards Dave, his stomach and face taking a serious beating. Scott slowly tired himself from all the punches and noticed Dave wasn’t crying or screaming for him to stop. He was absorbing it all up, not showing any signs of being in pain. This was frustrating Scott immensely.
“Show some fucking emotion!” He slapped Dave across the face, who turned his head right back towards Scott. He hocked a heap of saliva into Scott’s face, catching the bully off guard. Now it was dead serious. No one spit in the face of Scott, ever. He had to show his was the dominant boy in the orphanage and this little punk wasn’t going to stop him.
“Go get me that damn picture!” Another of Scott’s friends quickly took the picture of Dave’s mother out of the frame and handed it to Scott. Dave was not going to get away with spitting on him. Scott had to always have the last laugh and there was one thing that was going to trump what Dave had just did. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and Dave went berserk.
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” Dave was going ballistic within a heartbeat. He was flying his legs everywhere, trying to escape the grasps of the two holding him, but it was to no avail. Scott was laughing. He was an asshole and was going to grow up to be an asshole. The deed he was going to commit was unfathomable. He lit the lighter and placed it underneath the picture, which quickly caught in flames.
Dave snapped.
Biting the arm of the kid to his right, he finally broke free and adrenaline kicked in. Dave punched the other kid restraining him and finally was free. Scott’s eyes were that of a deer seeing the headlights of a car. Dave pounced onto him and began to relentlessly throw punches down on Scott, who tried to block as much of the damage as he could to no avail. It didn’t look like Dave was going to stop, until the headmaster threw him off of him.
“DAVID ITZERBA! What the hell is going on here!?!” It was time for Scott to put on his Oscar winning performance to look like the victim. Crocodile tears instantly fell down Scott’s face, mixed in with the real ones that fell down his face while he was getting his ass kicked.
“Dave called my mom a bunch of names, so I tried to make him stop and then he started hitting me!” All of Scott’s friends added their two cents in, talking about how Dave was some sort of bully him. The headmaster did not know of Scott’s antics of being a bully to others, so he instantly bought the fake story.
“David, I thought you were better than that! We do not accept bullying or violence here, so I am going to have to ask you to pack up your bags and leave tomorrow.” Dave looked stunned. How the fuck could you buy that bullshit story? Why was Dave not even given a chance to defend himself?
“Now, go to bed and have your things ready to go. That goes for the rest of you as well, NOW.” He was a very strict man and the boys quickly obliged to his wish, racing to their rooms. Scott got onto his feet and wiped the blood and tears off his face. His eyes were both swollen and his nose was broken. He waved goodbye to Dave and left. How could Scott win? What did Dave do to deserve this? The picture of his mother was burned to ashes and HE was the being punished?
“Go to bed, Dave. This is my last warning or you shall leave tonight.” Dave slowly got to his feet and walked back towards his room. His eyes filled with tears. Would he ever see Jenny again? Where would he go? So many questions filled his head that he didn’t go to bed, he packed his stuff in one suitcase and stayed up the entire night in shock of what had just happened. He may have not had friends, but he had a home and food. Now, he had nothing except for some clothes.
It was time to start a new living it seemed…
Morning hit and all of the kids lined up to where there was an aisle for Dave to walk through. He carried his bag with the headmaster right behind him. He closed his eyes and just hoped that someone, anyone, would have to courage to speak up and defend Dave to show that he wasn’t the bully, but Scott was. He looked around, waiting to hear it from someone, but there was nobody that did. These people didn’t give a fuck about Dave and they never did. There was only one person that Dave could hope could save him now.
Jenny.
Jenny was near the end and Dave ran straight to her as fast as his legs would take him. He looked at her with tears filling his eyes.
“Jenny, tell him the truth! Tell him that I am not the bully, PLEASE!” He was begging her, waiting for her to do the right thing. Jenny always did the right thing for Dave. All of the girls stared her down, ready to spread rumors about her if she decided she was going to help this nobody. She began to cry. Dave looked at her and knew what her decision was.
No.
She was giving into the peer pressure of the people around her, choosing herself over Dave’s well being. He shook his head and continued to walk. The gates opened up and shut as soon as Dave left. He turned around to see all of the kids running back into the orphanage for breakfast. Dave didn’t even see Jenny. He had lost all feelings for her. He hated Jenny with all of his heart. The girl that always defended him couldn’t do it in front of the people that could make her into something she wasn’t. Dave dropped his suitcase on the ground and sat down, curling up into a ball. He was bawling his eyes out. He was sad. He was angry. He was every emotion possible bottled up into one.
